The battlefield was full of corpses, the wounded soldiers whimpered and turned on the ground, the charge of the heavy cavalry of Mecklenburg destroyed the attack of the nobles like a decay, holding a horse pistol four or five meters long, covered with bright armor, the nobles in the radar had never seen such a terrible cavalry group charge, originally thought to be indestructible armor and shields, under the thunderous attack of the heavy cavalry, the nobles in the radar, who were already demoralized and scattered, quickly failed. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Ah~~." Among the captives, the nobles of Leili, who had charged to rescue them, fell under the pistols of the Mecklenburg heavy cavalry, and they could not help but weep in pain.

"Let them go and bury the bodies of their own families." Seeing this, Arrod released the captives, and when they were released, they immediately rushed into the battlefield to search for the bodies of their loved ones.

"Tell the Duke of Mecklenburg that we accept all the conditions." The Earl of Radar looked at the noble swordsmen in Radar who had been wiped out like moths to fire, and he realized at this time how terrifying Arrod's strength was, and those heavily armored cavalry were like heroic spirits in the Temple of the God of War, hideous and terrifying.

One by one, the people in the radar walked out of the wetland, dropping their weapons at the feet of the Mecklenburg knights, who had lost their former pride and were like puppets that had lost their souls.

"Father."

"Honey."

"My child~~." The people in the radar, who had dropped their weapons, couldn't wait to pounce on them when they saw their captured family members.

Count Radar and Turazov were the last to come out, and as the supreme ruler of the Radar people, Arold and other vassals rode to them, and Arold personally accepted the Count's surrender.

"Whew!" Count Radar looked at the Mecklenburg nobles who were riding on horseback, and he numbly reached out to untie the saber at his waist, and held the sword in front of Arold with both hands.

"Yes." Arold nodded, and Sean, who was standing under Arold's mount and holding the reins, stepped forward as a squire to take the sword of the Count of Radar, and returned it to Arold.

"Wise choice, Lord Earl of Radar." Arold stretched out his right hand and touched his helmet in return.

"I hope that the Duke will keep his promise and spare my people." The Earl of Radar said to Arrod with a blank face.

"Litomerice is already my fiefdom, and the people in Litomerice will be my subjects in the radar, and of course I will treat my subjects very kindly." Arold said to Count Radar.

"May the blessings of the god of war always be with you." Count Radarri sighed, declaring that his title of Litomerice was not legitimate, and that not only himself, but also those related to him, would renounce their right to claim it.

With a wave of his hand, Arold freed the Count of Radar and his family, and gave them a horse to watch their backs fade away, the most tenacious of the Bohemians in Radar, like a domesticated wolf, crawling tenaciously at Arold's feet.

"Hey, kid didn't expect us to meet again." Yves looked at Turazov, who was standing among the people in the radar who surrendered, and said to him with a smile.

"Hmph, it's a pity my axe isn't sharp enough." Turazov said disdainfully.

"Bastard." Ive's Inner House Knight was annoyed by Turazov's attitude and slapped Turazov's body with a horsewhip in his hand, but the other party just glared at the Inner House Knight but did not resist.

"That's enough." Yves snatched the whip from the knight's hand and angrily reprimanded his men.

"What's going on?" Arold asked curiously when he saw Yves scolding his men.

"Arrod, I want this person." Yves reached out and grabbed Turazov by the collar and said to Arrod.

"Yes." Arrod nodded casually, he still had a lot of things to deal with, and of course he didn't care about Yifu taking a fancy to such a warrior.

"Ahem, ahem." It was not only the soldiers who surrendered but also the wounded soldiers who came out of the camp of the Radar people, who were simply bandaged and survived in the camp, waiting for fate, those who were lucky enough to survive the wound infection, but many more were dying.

These wounded soldiers caused some trouble for the nobles of Mecklenburg, who gathered in Arold's tent and began to discuss the matter.

"Lord Duke, what about these wounded soldiers?" Count Ron looked at the wounded soldiers who had been brought out and asked Arrod.

"Herman, what did you decide?" Instead of saying what he thought, Arold asked Herman.

"Lord Duke, there are too many wounded soldiers, so for the sake of the convenience of the march, I would better leave them here." Herman said to Arold and his vassals.

"Yes." The vassals nodded in agreement, and no one was willing to spend food to feed these wounded soldiers, who could die at any time, and these wounded soldiers were simply a burden to them.

"I object, Lord Duke, this is a violation of your agreement with the Earl of Radar." At this time, Turazov, who was standing beside Yve, spoke out against it, and he didn't know if Yf had a big heart or didn't know whether he was alive or dead, so he actually recruited Turazov into his personal guard.

"What qualifications do you, a vanquished, have to raise your humble voice in the Council of Nobles?" Count Ron said angrily.

"You hateful Mecklenburgers, are you going to break your oath that you promised to take care of everyone on the radar?" Turazov's neck was stiffened, and he seemed to be open, and he questioned Arold and the nobles.

"Count Yve, please take care of your servants." Herman frowned and said to Yves, but as if he didn't care about it, he became interested in the food on the plate of the empty barrel.

"He's right, I can't break my promise to let Shirley treat these wounded soldiers." Arold looked at the excited Turazov and the vassals and said.

"But I'm afraid it will take a long time." Herman said worriedly that it would take a long time for so many wounded soldiers to be treated, and what they lacked most was time.

"Don't worry, you guys go down, I'll settle this matter satisfactorily." Arold waved his hand and said to his vassals.

When the vassals left, only Arrod, Yves and Turazov were left in the tent, and Turazov fell silent when he heard Arold's words, he actually knew that Herman's words were correct, no one would waste time for wounded soldiers, even those on their radar would abandon their companions in extreme times.

"Call Shirley." Arold shouted outside the tent, and the knight of the Inner House standing outside the tent immediately left, calling Shirley to Arold's tent.

"Your Excellency, are you looking for me?" Shirley wears a white gown, which is a field nurse's uniform specially designed by Arold.

"Shirley, you and your nurses must treat the wounded soldiers on the radar." Arrold said to Shirley, and Eve, when he saw Shirley walk in, seemed to move his ass a little uncomfortably.

"I will, Lord Duke." Shirley hurriedly saluted Arrod and said, her hands stained with blood, which was splattered with blood from the wound of a wounded soldier.

"Treat them as soon as possible, for we too will soon set out to join the King's army." Arold said to Shirley.

"How long do you mean as soon as possible?" Shirley opened her big beautiful eyes and asked Arrod.

"Three days, three days." Arold held out three of his fingers and replied to Shirley.

"Three days, it's impossible." Shirley said in surprise, knowing that these wounded soldiers were all wound infections, and some of them were still suffering from high fever and dying.

"So I'll allow you to use which." Arold smiled and said to Shirley.

"I see." Shirley suddenly realized that Arrod had already planned it.

"Three days, Beard of the God of War, are you planning to execute those wounded soldiers?" Turazov roared, leaning forward to pounce on Arrod, but at that moment he was grabbed by the collar by Yves, and then Yves stood up sharply, and the hooked prosthetic leg hooked Turazov's leather belt, and in an instant he slammed his back to the ground.

"Uh-huh." Turazov was suddenly thrown to the ground by Ive, and the things in the tent were staggered by Turazov's impact, and it was suddenly in disarray.

"Bastard, the next time you dare to attack my brother, I'll slaughter you brute bull." Yves straddled his legs in front of Turazov and yelled at him.

"Well, you guys, if my brethren die in three days, I won't let you go." Turazov's head was buzzing, but he gritted his teeth and said to Arryd.

"We'll talk about it then." Arold shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile.

The Mecklenburg regiment stayed in place for about two and a half days, they had to reorganize their armaments, pack up the few supplies left by the people in the radar, and integrate the soldiers in the radar, and Turazov had been hovering near the camp of the wounded soldiers, he was afraid that Arold would kill these wounded soldiers, but it seemed that except for the white-clothed nurses who came in and out, and the woman called Shirley by Arold, it seemed that they were really treating those wounded soldiers.

"Hey, what are you doing standing here?" At dusk that day, Count Yves came to the outside of the wounded barracks, and happened to see Turazov, so he stepped forward and said.

"Hmph." Turazov turned his face away and ignored Count Iv.

"Come on, I'll take you in." Count Yves didn't care either, he patted Turazov on the shoulder and led him into the camp for wounded soldiers.

When Turazov followed Count Yves into the camp, he was surprised to find the wounded soldiers in the tent, many of whose wounds were carefully bandaged with white linen, and those who were dying could sit up, their faces full of happy smiles, because many beautiful field nurses were taking care of them.